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			    <title>Addictions</title>
			    <description>&lt;div class=&quot;image_block&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://evolvingmagazine.com/blog/media/blogs/evolving/July.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;336&quot; height=&quot;382&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; Be moderate in everything, including moderation.&amp;#8221;&lt;br /&gt;
~Horace Porter&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The July issue of Evolving takes on the sensitive topic of addiction. For me, anything pleasurable has the potential for addiction&amp;#8212;whether it&amp;#8217;s food, work, sex or physical exercise. There is always the potential to overindulge, taking a pleasant act to one with potentially dire consequences. Even mountain climbing, if taken to the extreme, holds the possibility of addiction. I believe Horace Porter was right and that the key is to try to maintain moderation. Because we truly are a product of our habits.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then there are the more destructive addictions: alcohol, drugs, cigarettes. This month I share a personal story about one of my daughters. When I decided to print a letter I wrote her last year about her addiction, the staff of Evolving was torn: Is it too personal a story to share? Although it is extremely personal I believe that sharing our stories is part of what empowers us through difficult times. While my daughter was enduring her struggle I read &lt;i&gt;Beautiful Boy: A Father&amp;#8217;s Journey Through His Son&amp;#8217;s Addiction&lt;/i&gt; by David Sheff. I was completely moved by his honesty. Then I read his son Nic&amp;#8217;s story, &lt;i&gt;Tweak: Growing up on Methamphetamine&lt;/i&gt;. I gave both of these books to my daughter, hoping they would touch her as well. And then I wrote the letter to my daughter that is printed in this issue. You can read the July issue of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.evolvingmagazine.com&quot;&gt;Evolving&lt;/a&gt; online.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Fortunately, my daughter is now drug-free. I am sincerely grateful and proud of her courage in allowing me to share her story. There is so much secrecy and shame surrounding addiction&amp;#8212;for those in the throes of addiction as well as their loved ones. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Please feel free to share your views on how addiction has affected yours or a loved one&amp;#8217;s life.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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			    <title>The Conception of Evolving Magazine</title>
			    <description>&lt;div class=&quot;image_block&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://evolvingmagazine.com/blog/media/blogs/evolving/june.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;336&quot; height=&quot;381&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; The year 1994 was a tough one; yet, it was the turning point that led to a glorious conception. I started Evolving Woman magazine in the midst of this tumultuous year.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Really, it all started when my father died in 1990. It was sudden, and I, at 27, for some reason still held the na&amp;#239;ve belief that people didn&amp;#8217;t die. So it came as an overwhelming, devastating shock. I started seeking for truths. I needed to know there was more than this everyday existence-and that even in this existence-the journey can be glorious. But I didn&amp;#8217;t know the answers and I was still searching.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So in 1994 when I started Evolving Woman I was living in a 100-year-old farmhouse. The land was exquisite, but the two-story house was a wreck. There was no central heat, only a wood-burning stove and a wall furnace to keep the two-story home warm. We were on a well-water system and each January the pipes froze. The house was under continual construction and my nerves were frayed.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When I wasn&amp;#8217;t at home, I was driving 45 minutes each way to attend the University of Kansas. I had two young daughters, schoolwork, money problems, a turbulent marriage, a chaotic home and little time or piece of mind. I was despondent, to say the least.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I started eating and sleeping more. Most days, I would make it through my classes until lunch, eat, take a nap until 4:00 p.m., eat again, and then spend the evening in a trance in front of the television. Despair hung over me in a thick cloud. I started skipping school-going each day required more energy than I could provide. I spent my days in restaurants, at the park, at the library. I enjoyed these solo sojourns, but felt enormous guilt each day as soon as I got home, knowing I had betrayed myself. Each night I went to bed earlier; each morning I awoke anxious-fearful about the coming day and how I would cope.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My mother, caring savior that she is, saw my despair and offered to pay for a counselor. I started seeing Karen in March 1994. There, several miracles occurred: I was offered quiet acceptance; I found myself; and I found my strength.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I also glimpsed my reality. I realized I was basing my self worth on outside influences and accomplishments. My actions determined my value. For the first time in my life, I started looking inside for answers. Instead of always wondering what others would think, I started asking myself,  &amp;#8220;What do I want to do right now?&amp;#8221; My mantra became:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My Choice - My Life - My Adventure&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I faced tough questions. In my search, my journal became a constant companion. I explored the depths of my being. I started reading self-help and spirituality books with a hunger. I found myself scanning these books, seeking out the &amp;#8220;meat&amp;#8221; of each, and ignoring the filler material. I craved a publication that had these &amp;#8220;meaty&amp;#8221; portions, with a variety of topics.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Evolving Woman started to form as a seed in my mind. For six years I published Evolving Woman magazine. The readers experienced each step of my journey with me. It was a time of growth, awareness, service, community and enlightenment. It was a small part of my individual journey of evolution.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I released Evolving Woman in 2000. Since then, I have written hundreds of self-help articles, but my passion has been interviewing and telling the stories of others. I&amp;#8217;ve interviewed numerous authors as well as brave individuals who have overcome adversity. There is tremendous power in sharing our stories and the stories of others. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Now I am blessed to have this opportunity again with Evolving magazine. My mission remains the same. I am on a journey of growth, seeking joy and expression. My desire has not reached fruition-but there are seeds of it in every moment. That is the power of evolution, and a blessed journey it is. May you live life on purpose, with purpose, as well.&lt;/p&gt;

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